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Human form: Vladimir is a tall, slender male, weighing in at 220 lbs and 6 feet 7 inches. He has curly brownish-black hair that frames his aristocratic face. He has high cheekbones and a smaller-than-average nose. His eyes are very dark brown, almost too dark to see any brown in them. On his right cheek, you can see the faded remains of an old scar, marring his otherwise handsome features. He has pale skin, even after spending a lot of time in the sun. Vladimir often wears simple clothes, preferring to be unhindered by concern over ruining expensive fabrics or gaudy outfits. A t-shirt or sweatshirt in the winter is his preferred top, while jeans are the norm for his pants. Sometimes he will wear sneakers, but he doesn't like shoes unless they are absolutely necessary, despite having several scars on his feet from stepping on broken glass and sharp rocks.

Wolf form: As a wolf, his hair turns from dark brown to dusty white, as his wolf form is a tundra wolf. He has a line of darker fur running down his spine, however, as if his human hair was determined to make an appearance in his wolf form. His eyes are the same as they are in human form, dark brown, but in his wolf form they gleam with a hunger that is not present in his human form. As a wolf, he is nine feet tall and weighs almost the same as in his human form: 200 lbs. As he does not yet have a pack, he is rather skinny in his wolf form for lack of proper nutrition. This he hopes to correct swiftly.

Rain drummed against the roof of the small hut. Thunder crashed overhead as lightning crackled across the black sky, bringing the world to a stop, frozen with bated breaths as each wereling waited for the news. It had been a harsh winter and many of their number had fallen to sickness and hypothermia in the freezing weather. Now, spring had come but only one mother remained with children. That she had given birth during one of the worst storms of the year did not bode well in the eyes of the pack. A collective intake of breath seemed to echo around the camp as the father staggered out of the infirmary, wolf close to the surface; amber eyes flashing and teeth and claws lengthening as the shift began. In an instant, the Warrior Ajex was in his wolf form and fleeing from camp, howling mournfully for all to hear. After his departure, there was a mournful silence in the camp, different from the previous anticipatory one.

Then ears pricked up as a tiny wailing sound echoed from the infirmary. This was echoed by a joyous shout from a female, and the tension ebbed away. Doctor Chloe stepped out of the infirmary, looking exhausted but happy. “Its twins; two boys,” she announced to the camp and joyous howls and shouts echoed around camp. “Someone go fetch Warrior Ajex; I’m sure he’ll be relieved to find that his sons are alive.” Two wolves detached from the group and ran off into the forest, searching for the wayward warrior. It was later, when the parents were reunited, that the twins received their names: Vladimir and Daniel. They were identical except for their eyes: Vladimir’s were dark brown, while Daniel’s were a sparkling emerald green.

They grew up doted on by the entire pack, being the only children for six years before any other wereling was born. Daniel was the dominant child out of the two; Vladimir always deferring to what his brother wanted before his own desires. Daniel often took advantage of the others’ affection for him, while Vladimir felt uncomfortable abusing this power. Despite Daniel’s arrogance and sometimes cruelty, he did genuinely care for his brother, so Vladimir never went without his brother’s loyalty, and neither did Daniel.

But despite all efforts of the pack members, their pack was dying. The Alpha and Alphess were too old to have any more children, and there was no one young or old enough to take their place; and their pack boundaries were being threatened more and more by the day. Eventually the pack broke apart, each family segment separating from each other to survive on their own. Vladimir and Daniel’s mother was soon taken by an incurable illness, and the ex-warrior Ajex was left trying to raise two ten-year-old twins by himself. He did his very best to teach them what they needed to survive; teaching them about the wereling’s history and about how on their sixteenth birthday, they would learn to shift as he did. The very idea of the shift terrified Vladimir, afraid of his wolf half and what it would be like. Daniel, on the other hand, was excited by the idea of having the power and strength of a wolf, and eagerly looked forward to the shift. He always requested for Ajex to tell them about what it would be like as a wolf, despite his brother’s obvious uncomfortability with the subject.

Late into their fifteenth year, the family group stumbled across a very vicious pack’s borders. Before they knew it, their little group was surrounded by snarling wolves, and their father was in his wolf form, defending them with his own body. Daniel wanted to stay and fight, but Vladimir forced him to flee with him. They never saw their father again, but Daniel found a torn piece of his father’s shirt, soaked with blood, and they both knew what had happened. Daniel blamed Vladimir for what had happened, stating that if Vladimir had let him fight the other wolves with their father, that their father wouldn’t be dead. Vladimir just scoffed at Daniel, telling him that they all would have died had they stayed, and that he was only trying to protect them, and make it so that their father’s sacrifice would not be in vain.

Daniel growled at Vladimir and fled into the forest. Vladimir let him go, figuring that Daniel would be back in the morning, after he had calmed down. When the next morning came and there was no sign of Daniel, Vladimir began to get worried. He tried to follow Daniel’s trail, but he couldn’t find him. He never saw his twin brother again, but he feels that his brother is still out there, somewhere. He just hopes that his brother could find it in his heart to forgive him for saving his life.

Not long later, Vladimir’s sixteenth birthday passed, and he grew fearful, knowing that the shift was coming; but he had no one to share it with to make it less scary. The next full moon came faster than he would have liked, and at first he felt no different than usual. Then a deep rumbling seemed to come from his chest, and the next thing he knew, he was writhing in pain on the forest floor. It felt like white-hot knives were stabbing into every place on his body. He could hear his bones crack and feel the grinding of bone on bone as they changed. His cries morphed into pained whines and howls. Then it was all over, and he was left laying in the leaves, panting heavily as he adjusted to this new form.

His stomach growled, and he lifted his head, sniffing at the air. There was a very enticing scent on the wind. He pushed himself to his feet, his mind lost to the wolf. He ran, following the scent through the forest. He came onto a group of humans camping in a small clearing. There was a man and a woman, and a small girl who clung to the woman desperately, staring into the forest and whimpering as though she knew that he had come for her. If he had been in his human mind, he would have never even considered attacking, but he was lost to the wolf and the desperate, burning hunger coursing through his body. He barked and leapt forward, taking down the little girl with one swipe of his giant paw. The woman screamed and the man yelled as he fell upon the woman, biting and slashing with claws. He could feel the man trying to beat him with a bat, but he just slashed and bit, losing himself to the feel of hot blood gushing into his mouth and the tearing of flesh under his shearing fangs.

The next morning, he awoke to a massacre. He and the clearing were covered in blood, and bones were scattered across the campsite. He screamed and fled the scene, disappearing into the forest. For a long time, he lived in fear of himself and his wolf, hiding in abandoned barns and cabins or tying himself to strong trees before the full moon, when he was forced to change. He knew from his father that he was able to change without the full moon, but he had no desire to change back into what he thought as a monster.

For twenty years, he lived in the forests of the world, as far away from humans as he could get, fearing himself and what he could do to them. Eventually, he stopped tying himself up and trusted that he was far enough from humans to be safe. After thirty years of his shifting, he began to awaken within his wolf form, able to control his actions better. He had no idea that fearing his wolf form and not trusting himself had caused his lack of control rather than the other way around.

He is now sixty-five and has fully learned to control the wolf inside of him, letting himself become a wolf more and more outside of the full moon. He still fears the monster that he could be if he let himself, and so keeps his feral instincts strictly in check, not even allowing them to complete feral thoughts in his own mind, so fearful he is of allowing his inner monster to take over. He has traveled to Europe in search of a pack, so that he can learn more about himself and his kind, having forgotten much of what his father had taught him, so long ago.

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Vladimir checked the chains, ensuring their tightness against the wall; tightening the rivets as tight as he could, not trusting his human strength against his wolf’s strength. He examined each link closely, checking for fractures or weakening in the iron that might snap and allow his wolf to roam free. You don’t need to do that, the monster seemed more amused than worried about the chains. Vladimir gritted his teeth. He couldn’t even acknowledge the monster; it would only encourage the thing! Thing? My, how you break my heart, the monster snorted. Don’t forget that I’m a part of you! “You are NOTHING like me!” Vladimir growled, forgetting his inner promise to ignore the wolf. The monster chuckled. You are more like me than you realize, childe. But go on with your pretty chains if you think that will protect you. Vladimir cursed, throwing the chain down in disgust. He stalked out of the cellar, needing to get out of the stifling air, he promised himself. No, he wasn’t running from the voice, not at all. He stalked through the house, throwing open the front door and striding onto the porch. Birds chirped their songs and bugs buzzed, creating a vision of peacefulness and beauty. It was why he had chosen this place of all places; listening to the sounds of nature seemed to quiet the restless voice in his head.

He knew that the wolf would never go away; his father had made that much clear. This was what he was; he couldn’t get rid of it. He closed his eyes, sharp pain slicing through his heart at the thought of his late father. He had seen so much death from these werelings in his lifetime; he didn’t understand what he must have done in a previous lifetime to deserve landing a place in such a species. He didn’t want to kill and maim, no matter that it might feel good to release his pent-up rage at the world. He just wanted to live his life like a normal person; was that too much to ask?

Apparently it was; for he noticed that the sun had begun to set. It was now or never if he wanted to chain himself up safely in time. He hurried to the cellar, locking the cellar door; an extra precaution never hurt. He grabbed the chains and dragged them to the middle of the cellar. He fastened the chains around his arms and legs and then chained his feet together. He then struggled for a good twenty minutes to chain his wrists together; sometimes he wished he had a companion to make this easier. He shook his head; this was not the time to think of all those he had lost. He had just barely gotten all the chains fastened when the pain started. He moaned uncontrollably; the pain was always too much for him. He gritted his teeth but couldn’t stop himself from yelling as his bones shifted and his body alit with a white-hot fire. He could feel his head lengthening, a snout growing. His arms lengthened and his fingers disappeared. He felt a POP and then he was still. There was no pain. But the chains bothered him. He forced himself to his feet, and yanked. He yanked and pulled and snarled, clawing and biting at the metal but there was no give. They were too strong. He was a chained beast… for now. One day, he swore that he would break these chains and then the world would know to fear him.